Dirt Bike Racing

• Lucas McCulloch, Grade 4
• Poetry
• 2016

As the adrenalin runs through their bodies,
as the gates drop, the wind goes silent.
The loud noise of screaming engines take the lead,
the 600 revs screams through the air.
As they approach the turn,
it suddenly stops and then they give it a hard time again, but at 800 revs.
Then they approach the first jump and take off on the person in last.